That is traumatizing.
That navbar is nice because it can get you extra traffic if that's what you're looking for - the "next blog" link takes you to a random blog that was recently updated.
In the last two hours, that feature has brought 5 people here.
I have to start being interesting if so many people are going to read from time to time. What a challenge.
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Peanut - tu veux une liste ?
renvoiE
galEnteriE
cé assez durE
fEsait
j'ai compriE
en passEnt
etc, etc, c'est juste quelques exemples pris directement de mon guestbook.
Faudrait presque que tu révises ton français, tu es rendu un monsieur important qui écrit des messages importants à du monde important... :P ;)
renvoiE
galEnteriE
cé assez durE
fEsait
j'ai compriE
en passEnt
etc, etc, c'est juste quelques exemples pris directement de mon guestbook.
Faudrait presque que tu révises ton français, tu es rendu un monsieur important qui écrit des messages importants à du monde important... :P ;)
That navbar (the silver thing up there) is quite nifty, if you ask me. Only thing is that I had to slightly modify my template else it went over my poll and my marquee. Hope it only happens to templates people create.
Actually, what I really like about that navbar is that you can search blogs with it. I don't know how well it actually works, shouldn't be too bad as the search is powered by Google, but I think that, for once, that was a good, useful idea.
Merci Peanut pour le mot exact à mettre pour le tuyau. J'avais l'intention de regarder dans le livret d'instruction, mais bon, je l'ai pas encore fait.
Maintenant, va falloir que tu perdes ton habitude chronique de mettre un "e" à la fin de chaque mot.
Actually, what I really like about that navbar is that you can search blogs with it. I don't know how well it actually works, shouldn't be too bad as the search is powered by Google, but I think that, for once, that was a good, useful idea.
Merci Peanut pour le mot exact à mettre pour le tuyau. J'avais l'intention de regarder dans le livret d'instruction, mais bon, je l'ai pas encore fait.
Maintenant, va falloir que tu perdes ton habitude chronique de mettre un "e" à la fin de chaque mot.
So, so, so. My father says I should send a letter to FutureShop right away to tell them that I'm holding them responsible for the damage of the building. I'm not exactly sure, but I've already written a draft. Can't be a bad idea - can it ?
SOUS TOUTES RÉSERVES
Madame, Monsieur,
J’ai acheté une laveuse chez vous le (insérez date), laquelle m’a été livrée le 27 mai 2004. Les livreurs ont procédé à son installation, malgré le fait qu’il n’y ait eu aucune demande à cet effet de la part de qui que ce soit. Cette installation, après vérification dans le livre d’instructions, a été mal faite, et, par conséquent, le 7 juillet 2004, en plein milieu d’un cycle, le tuyau de la laveuse s’est complètement dégagé du mur et l’eau a coulé dans mon appartement et dans les appartements au-dessous.
Je désire donc vous informer que, l’installation ayant été faite par les livreurs et ce, sans demande de ma part, FutureShop sera considéré comme le responsable des dommages qui ont été causé à l’immeuble et les frais de nettoyage et autres vous seront réclamés.
Bien à vous,
Quartz
This is getting kinda mixed up because :
a. my name is not on the lease, because people had conditioned me to believe I was going to leave for Ottawa. So the apartment is, officially, solely Peanut's. So when the landlord's insurance wants somebody to pay for the repairs, they can't go after me : I am in no way responsible for this apartment - officially. So they will have to ask Peanut to pay - and not me.
b. when I was talking to I. Guy yesterday afternoon, I asked if the landlord's insurance could sue FutureShop themselves. I'm not sure whether he understood what I meant, because he replied that they could sue whoever they wanted, me, FutureShop, or Peanut - "in which case", he said, "he would be insured because his name is on the policy".
c. therefore - if we admit that a and b are true - our insurers would have to pay our landlord's.
d. say I'm right so far and this is what happens. Our insurance won't forget that supposedly the appliances are mine, and mine only, so afterwards they'll probably go after me to get their money back.
e. back where I started. Then I would have to sue FutureShop. But I'd rather be stuck with Peanut's insurance company than the landlord's.
Because by then, my name will probably be on the policy, and although this doesn't change the fact that it wasn't at the time of the damage, I still will be a client of theirs. So then they would find themselves in a very delicate situation. Thou shalt please the client - therefore thou shalt be fukcing nice and careful when you sue them.
SOUS TOUTES RÉSERVES
Madame, Monsieur,
J’ai acheté une laveuse chez vous le (insérez date), laquelle m’a été livrée le 27 mai 2004. Les livreurs ont procédé à son installation, malgré le fait qu’il n’y ait eu aucune demande à cet effet de la part de qui que ce soit. Cette installation, après vérification dans le livre d’instructions, a été mal faite, et, par conséquent, le 7 juillet 2004, en plein milieu d’un cycle, le tuyau de la laveuse s’est complètement dégagé du mur et l’eau a coulé dans mon appartement et dans les appartements au-dessous.
Je désire donc vous informer que, l’installation ayant été faite par les livreurs et ce, sans demande de ma part, FutureShop sera considéré comme le responsable des dommages qui ont été causé à l’immeuble et les frais de nettoyage et autres vous seront réclamés.
Bien à vous,
Quartz
This is getting kinda mixed up because :
a. my name is not on the lease, because people had conditioned me to believe I was going to leave for Ottawa. So the apartment is, officially, solely Peanut's. So when the landlord's insurance wants somebody to pay for the repairs, they can't go after me : I am in no way responsible for this apartment - officially. So they will have to ask Peanut to pay - and not me.
b. when I was talking to I. Guy yesterday afternoon, I asked if the landlord's insurance could sue FutureShop themselves. I'm not sure whether he understood what I meant, because he replied that they could sue whoever they wanted, me, FutureShop, or Peanut - "in which case", he said, "he would be insured because his name is on the policy".
c. therefore - if we admit that a and b are true - our insurers would have to pay our landlord's.
d. say I'm right so far and this is what happens. Our insurance won't forget that supposedly the appliances are mine, and mine only, so afterwards they'll probably go after me to get their money back.
e. back where I started. Then I would have to sue FutureShop. But I'd rather be stuck with Peanut's insurance company than the landlord's.
Because by then, my name will probably be on the policy, and although this doesn't change the fact that it wasn't at the time of the damage, I still will be a client of theirs. So then they would find themselves in a very delicate situation. Thou shalt please the client - therefore thou shalt be fukcing nice and careful when you sue them.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Update :
Insurance Guy called back. Suggested I wait until all the cleaning and repairing is done and the landlord's insurance company sends me the bill. Then I should call them and tell them that I am not responsible. In which case I. Guy says they might sue me, and then I could sue FutureShop.
So I will wait until everything is done and then I'll have to call the landlord's insurers to see if I could get them to sue FutureShop themselves. Which would much less of a hassle, because I don't really like being stuck between two giants like that.
Hopefully it won't take too many more months. It's only been one so far and it feels like lightyears.
Insurance Guy called back. Suggested I wait until all the cleaning and repairing is done and the landlord's insurance company sends me the bill. Then I should call them and tell them that I am not responsible. In which case I. Guy says they might sue me, and then I could sue FutureShop.
So I will wait until everything is done and then I'll have to call the landlord's insurers to see if I could get them to sue FutureShop themselves. Which would much less of a hassle, because I don't really like being stuck between two giants like that.
Hopefully it won't take too many more months. It's only been one so far and it feels like lightyears.
So the fighting continues.
Our insurance company called Peanut to tell him they've closed our case. Because the delivery company won't admit responsibility ("we had no instructions to install the appliances !" - which in my opinion is just proving my point) and as the invoice is in my name and the insurance is only in Peanut's, they say they can't do anything. (Which is bull if you ask me, because damn it, the apartment is also only in his name, so the person who should have to pay for the damage is him, and who is supposed to represent him ? His stupid insurance company.) Anyways. So I've called the guy to hear stuff from his mouth - Peanut didn't get everything he was told, plus there are questions I want to ask him. I left him two messages, and I'm waiting for him to call back.
I saw the landlord just minutes ago (talk about happy coincidence) and I asked her what was up with the cleaning and stuff. She says she went on vacation for two weeks and she had warned them that it was time out until she was back. She also wants them to come when we're home. She won't open doors for them if we're not home. Which is very stupid as well, but she has her ideas. Some people never get things.
Anyways. I told her the latest news, and she didn't get it, really. Again. She said she thought our insurance companies would settle together.
Except that if I can't get Peanut's insurers to re-open the case (and I'm not dreaming I can), we'll have to sue the delivery company - or actually, FutureShop. And I believe it would be better if the landlord sue them, as the damage was done to her building and the damage has to be paid to her, and not us. It's not going to be easy as long as she doesn't understand what's going on... but anyway.
I'll have to talk to Insurance Guy before I do anything.
It's a hell of a lot of trouble, but I must admit that I'm having fun.
Things are never so bad as long as you know what you have to do.
Our insurance company called Peanut to tell him they've closed our case. Because the delivery company won't admit responsibility ("we had no instructions to install the appliances !" - which in my opinion is just proving my point) and as the invoice is in my name and the insurance is only in Peanut's, they say they can't do anything. (Which is bull if you ask me, because damn it, the apartment is also only in his name, so the person who should have to pay for the damage is him, and who is supposed to represent him ? His stupid insurance company.) Anyways. So I've called the guy to hear stuff from his mouth - Peanut didn't get everything he was told, plus there are questions I want to ask him. I left him two messages, and I'm waiting for him to call back.
I saw the landlord just minutes ago (talk about happy coincidence) and I asked her what was up with the cleaning and stuff. She says she went on vacation for two weeks and she had warned them that it was time out until she was back. She also wants them to come when we're home. She won't open doors for them if we're not home. Which is very stupid as well, but she has her ideas. Some people never get things.
Anyways. I told her the latest news, and she didn't get it, really. Again. She said she thought our insurance companies would settle together.
Except that if I can't get Peanut's insurers to re-open the case (and I'm not dreaming I can), we'll have to sue the delivery company - or actually, FutureShop. And I believe it would be better if the landlord sue them, as the damage was done to her building and the damage has to be paid to her, and not us. It's not going to be easy as long as she doesn't understand what's going on... but anyway.
I'll have to talk to Insurance Guy before I do anything.
It's a hell of a lot of trouble, but I must admit that I'm having fun.
Things are never so bad as long as you know what you have to do.
So. Cats.
1. The story
Well, the storyline was rather weak, but at least there was one - unlike shows like Smokey Joe's Café, which is just a succession of unrelated songs.
So obviously, there's 25 cats on the stage, a lot of the time at the same time. Those 25 cats are "Jellicle cats" and they meet once a year, for the Jellicle ball, at which the leader of the jellicles announces what cat will be chosen to "be reborn to a new jellicle life" (whatever that actually means). We're told that at the beginning, and the whole show is just introducing the different cats, and at the end Grizabella is chosen and goes up through the roof and she's not even there for the finale.
So that's the story. Not too complicated as you see.
2. The stage setting and costumes
Awesome. The stage was shaped slightly as a U, so the cats were really all around us sometimes - my mother and I were sitting on the third and fourth seats of the fourth row. At some point some silver ribbons were thrown into the air right onto specific seats (the guy behind me caught one, and I wasn't aware of it until the ribbon slid on behind my right shoulder. And scared the hell out of me.) A guy in the second row got some ribbons and at the end of the show, when the cats went all around us again to salute, he actually teased them with his ribbon and two cats played with him for about 30 seconds. That was so funny.
The costumes were great as well, although, well, it was mostly people in tights of different colors. The makeup was astounding though, and sometimes you couldn't tell from a person's face whether it was a boy or a girl. (don't ask how you finally found a way to tell. i already told you they were all wearing tights)
3. The dancing
What was extraordinary in this show is that there were 25 people on the stage, doing both the dancing and the singing. At the same time. The show contained probably the best choregraphies, by far, that I've ever seen in a musical so far. I'm talking jumps and lifts and backflips, here. Serious gymnastics. Mr. Mistoffelees, the magical cat, especially, was dressed all in black, and was The Acrobat of the show - he was jumping around so much it reminded me of Elvis Stoiko (sp ?).
4. The acting
Once again, very good. I mean, how do you manage to act like a cat ? Every move was smooth and all, the whole superior attitude was there, very funny.
Je dois aussi mentionner que depuis quelques mois, ya plein de monde qui agissent comme des chats autour de moi, en faisant des grimaces, des trucs comme ça (c'est difficile à expliquer, mais bon, c'est dans l'attitude). C'est déjà assez troublant comme ça, et puis soudain, yavait 25 personnes en avant de moi, sur une scène, qui faisaient tous des grimaces de chats, c'était pas mal traumatisant.
I especially liked the Tugger, which was hilarious. Reminded me of Elvis, actually, he was the hearbreaker of the show, and oh so funny. He actually got off the stage to dance with a woman from the audience (who was so embarrassed). All through The Rum Tum Tugger, the song that introduces him to us, this female cat was trying to seduce him (I don't know what her name was, but I decided to call her the Bitch, as she made very bitchy faces all the time) and he was pushing her away.
At the end, after the salutations and all, the Bitch remained alone on the stage, and she waved at the Tugger, who walked up to her - and then she pushed him away, as a sort of revenge, and quickly left. You should've heard the audience cheer !
Other than that, there was this guy who strongly reminded me of another who I went to school with, and he was unintentionally funny because he kept standing very, very straight and tall, with this calm, noble attitude, and he ALWAYS extended his arms on his side.
5. The singing
Very good voices for most of the actors, although it was nothing amazing. Grizabella, who sang Memory, was quite surprising. Memory is sung three times during the show, and everytime she sang she sounded as if the high notes she had trouble getting right. However, at the end, there's a big modulation and she had to sing very high, and she just blew everybody away when she hit those notes. Her voice was probably the best kept secret of the show.
There was another girl who sang Memory twice as well, she actually squeeked at some point and she just sounded so nasal the whole time it got on my nerves.
So all in all it was a very good show, but not one that everybody would enjoy.
I'm tired of typing now.
1. The story
Well, the storyline was rather weak, but at least there was one - unlike shows like Smokey Joe's Café, which is just a succession of unrelated songs.
So obviously, there's 25 cats on the stage, a lot of the time at the same time. Those 25 cats are "Jellicle cats" and they meet once a year, for the Jellicle ball, at which the leader of the jellicles announces what cat will be chosen to "be reborn to a new jellicle life" (whatever that actually means). We're told that at the beginning, and the whole show is just introducing the different cats, and at the end Grizabella is chosen and goes up through the roof and she's not even there for the finale.
So that's the story. Not too complicated as you see.
2. The stage setting and costumes
Awesome. The stage was shaped slightly as a U, so the cats were really all around us sometimes - my mother and I were sitting on the third and fourth seats of the fourth row. At some point some silver ribbons were thrown into the air right onto specific seats (the guy behind me caught one, and I wasn't aware of it until the ribbon slid on behind my right shoulder. And scared the hell out of me.) A guy in the second row got some ribbons and at the end of the show, when the cats went all around us again to salute, he actually teased them with his ribbon and two cats played with him for about 30 seconds. That was so funny.
The costumes were great as well, although, well, it was mostly people in tights of different colors. The makeup was astounding though, and sometimes you couldn't tell from a person's face whether it was a boy or a girl. (don't ask how you finally found a way to tell. i already told you they were all wearing tights)
3. The dancing
What was extraordinary in this show is that there were 25 people on the stage, doing both the dancing and the singing. At the same time. The show contained probably the best choregraphies, by far, that I've ever seen in a musical so far. I'm talking jumps and lifts and backflips, here. Serious gymnastics. Mr. Mistoffelees, the magical cat, especially, was dressed all in black, and was The Acrobat of the show - he was jumping around so much it reminded me of Elvis Stoiko (sp ?).
4. The acting
Once again, very good. I mean, how do you manage to act like a cat ? Every move was smooth and all, the whole superior attitude was there, very funny.
Je dois aussi mentionner que depuis quelques mois, ya plein de monde qui agissent comme des chats autour de moi, en faisant des grimaces, des trucs comme ça (c'est difficile à expliquer, mais bon, c'est dans l'attitude). C'est déjà assez troublant comme ça, et puis soudain, yavait 25 personnes en avant de moi, sur une scène, qui faisaient tous des grimaces de chats, c'était pas mal traumatisant.
I especially liked the Tugger, which was hilarious. Reminded me of Elvis, actually, he was the hearbreaker of the show, and oh so funny. He actually got off the stage to dance with a woman from the audience (who was so embarrassed). All through The Rum Tum Tugger, the song that introduces him to us, this female cat was trying to seduce him (I don't know what her name was, but I decided to call her the Bitch, as she made very bitchy faces all the time) and he was pushing her away.
At the end, after the salutations and all, the Bitch remained alone on the stage, and she waved at the Tugger, who walked up to her - and then she pushed him away, as a sort of revenge, and quickly left. You should've heard the audience cheer !
Other than that, there was this guy who strongly reminded me of another who I went to school with, and he was unintentionally funny because he kept standing very, very straight and tall, with this calm, noble attitude, and he ALWAYS extended his arms on his side.
5. The singing
Very good voices for most of the actors, although it was nothing amazing. Grizabella, who sang Memory, was quite surprising. Memory is sung three times during the show, and everytime she sang she sounded as if the high notes she had trouble getting right. However, at the end, there's a big modulation and she had to sing very high, and she just blew everybody away when she hit those notes. Her voice was probably the best kept secret of the show.
There was another girl who sang Memory twice as well, she actually squeeked at some point and she just sounded so nasal the whole time it got on my nerves.
So all in all it was a very good show, but not one that everybody would enjoy.
I'm tired of typing now.
What is the difference betweent Britain, United Kingdom and England ?
The other night I was looking at tourism books and I saw one for Ireland that I am going to buy when I have bought all the clothes I need to work, and I was looking for one about England. I saw one about London, but other than that, all there was was Britain.
The other night I was looking at tourism books and I saw one for Ireland that I am going to buy when I have bought all the clothes I need to work, and I was looking for one about England. I saw one about London, but other than that, all there was was Britain.
We rented Butterfly effect last night, and suprisingly, I thought it was good. Quite confusing, but good. Slightly reminded me of Forest Gump (the cute little blonde girl and her abusive father) and Stand by me (a group of kids with issues) and of course, there is always that cliché thing that going back in time screws up things, BUT still, I liked the movie. So see it.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Viens de me rendre compte aussi que je n'ai pas fait de compte rendu sur mon traumatisme de co-voiturage avec Émilie. Faudra que je parle de ça aussi.
Mais pour l'instant, faut j'aille me coucher. Avec un peu de chance, peut-être que ce soir, Monsieur ne ressentira pas le besoin de me réveiller en allumant la lumière, pensant qu'en plein milieu de la nuit, quand je dors, j'ai sûrement envie de faire du sô-cial.
Bonne nuit.
Mais pour l'instant, faut j'aille me coucher. Avec un peu de chance, peut-être que ce soir, Monsieur ne ressentira pas le besoin de me réveiller en allumant la lumière, pensant qu'en plein milieu de la nuit, quand je dors, j'ai sûrement envie de faire du sô-cial.
Bonne nuit.
Saturday, August 14, 2004
I just got home after seeing Cats. I will be back to comment on it, for now I'm way too tired to do so. I might get time tomorrow morning before I get to work - or not. If I don't, it'll have to be postponed until Monday afternoon, which isn't so bad. By then I'll already have talked about it, so my comments might be slightly clearer. For now just know that it was really good, although different. It's more dancing than actual singing, and there is barely a storyline through the whole thing, so it's not a show everybody will enjoy. The couple sitting next to me left after Act One, for example. However, if you enjoy watching very good acting and be impressed by extraordinary dancing - especially if, like me, you can't dance or even move graciously to save your life - then it's a show for you. It's also a show for you if you like watching guys wearing tights and admire cute butts. ;)
Anyways. I am barely awake right now : my mother drains all energy out of me. I'm glad I moved out because I remember I really couldn't stand living with her anymore last year, and I love her much more from a distance, but damn it, most of the time it really takes all my willpower to spend a night with her without going crazy. She just, damn it, she never listens. Tonight she brought along with her tons of samples of different beauty products : cleanser, blemish-fighting cream, that kind of shit. And when she takes samples, she doesn't take only one : she takes two, or three - when I moved out I had about FIFTEEN damn cleanser samples to bring along. And not fifteen different cleansers : all samples of the same damn cleanser. She's always worried that I'll lack something and my reaction to that is I just feel I am drowning under all that she gives me. And she doesn't even realize how insulting it all gets, she just does it out of kindness, so I just fucking bear with it and shut up. But getting your teeth whitened when you never gave a flying fuck that they were slightly stained is just plain mean, because it's being told that your own fucking mother doesn't even think you're pretty enough. Just the same, when she keeps getting me all those anti-acne products : damn it, do I really need it so damn bad ? I mean I have stuff about myself that I hate already, and my teeth and my acne aren't part of it, why is there a need for you to shove that to my face and tell me : hey, you forgot that, you have to be ashamed of that as well.
People keep trying to show me stuff I should not like about myself. I don't know why. Mostly my toes and my back. I mean damn it, they just might be the only part of my body that don't fucking bother me, PLEASE stop messing with me.
Anyways. I was talking about my mother. All about her is physical appearance. This summer family visited from Swiss and Alberta, and I talked to her on the phone and the first things she told me about them was "well your aunt has a big butt" and "your other aunt gained so much weight she must be well over 200 lbs now", and the other day she went "you know, my sister, she lost so much weight since Christmas, she totally melted, you're going to be surprised when you see her".
Got to wonder what she says about me !
So she gets on my nerves. And I tell her when I don't like what she does/says/whatever, but it doesn't get me anywhere : she doesn't listen. I know I wrote it before, but all the time you're talking, she's really thinking about what she's going to say next. You're talking about something and she'll just start talking to you about something else. And she'll never remember you were talking first. A lot of times she calls me and I can tell she's really calling only so I can listen to her. And when she's done she stops and goes "so... well... nothing's new with you ?" and by then I'm not really interested in talking to her, so I say no, and we hang up. How nice.
Sometimes I really wish I could move very, very far away to see what it would be like.
Anyways. I am barely awake right now : my mother drains all energy out of me. I'm glad I moved out because I remember I really couldn't stand living with her anymore last year, and I love her much more from a distance, but damn it, most of the time it really takes all my willpower to spend a night with her without going crazy. She just, damn it, she never listens. Tonight she brought along with her tons of samples of different beauty products : cleanser, blemish-fighting cream, that kind of shit. And when she takes samples, she doesn't take only one : she takes two, or three - when I moved out I had about FIFTEEN damn cleanser samples to bring along. And not fifteen different cleansers : all samples of the same damn cleanser. She's always worried that I'll lack something and my reaction to that is I just feel I am drowning under all that she gives me. And she doesn't even realize how insulting it all gets, she just does it out of kindness, so I just fucking bear with it and shut up. But getting your teeth whitened when you never gave a flying fuck that they were slightly stained is just plain mean, because it's being told that your own fucking mother doesn't even think you're pretty enough. Just the same, when she keeps getting me all those anti-acne products : damn it, do I really need it so damn bad ? I mean I have stuff about myself that I hate already, and my teeth and my acne aren't part of it, why is there a need for you to shove that to my face and tell me : hey, you forgot that, you have to be ashamed of that as well.
People keep trying to show me stuff I should not like about myself. I don't know why. Mostly my toes and my back. I mean damn it, they just might be the only part of my body that don't fucking bother me, PLEASE stop messing with me.
Anyways. I was talking about my mother. All about her is physical appearance. This summer family visited from Swiss and Alberta, and I talked to her on the phone and the first things she told me about them was "well your aunt has a big butt" and "your other aunt gained so much weight she must be well over 200 lbs now", and the other day she went "you know, my sister, she lost so much weight since Christmas, she totally melted, you're going to be surprised when you see her".
Got to wonder what she says about me !
So she gets on my nerves. And I tell her when I don't like what she does/says/whatever, but it doesn't get me anywhere : she doesn't listen. I know I wrote it before, but all the time you're talking, she's really thinking about what she's going to say next. You're talking about something and she'll just start talking to you about something else. And she'll never remember you were talking first. A lot of times she calls me and I can tell she's really calling only so I can listen to her. And when she's done she stops and goes "so... well... nothing's new with you ?" and by then I'm not really interested in talking to her, so I say no, and we hang up. How nice.
Sometimes I really wish I could move very, very far away to see what it would be like.
Tweety, il va vraiment falloir qu'on décide quand on va au Fort Lennox... parce que si mon boss veut que je travaille, je peux pas lui dire que je prends les deux jours au cas, et pis si je lui explique que ça va être soit le mercredi, soit le jeudi, il va me dire exemple : "ben travaille mercredi, tu iras le jeudi".
Friday, August 13, 2004
Câlisse, câlisse, câlisse - CÂLISSE QUE JE SUIS TANNÉE !
Avis à toutes les célibataires désespérées : vous êtes bien ! Vous avez pas de trouble ! Arrêtez d'en chercher ! Vous n'en voulez pas !
Avoir su ce que je sais là, moi, j'aurais travaillé mon petit 5 à 9 comme d'habitude, au lieu de prendre congé, de me faire donner de la marde parce que je prend congé, au lieu d'aller me balader à Montréal en jupe courte et en talons, dans le froid et sous la pluie, juste pour faire plaisir à quelqu'un, quelqu'un qui finalement me prend pour une tarte et qui se porte lui-même poliment volontaire pour se faire manger la laine sur le dos, avec un sourire en plus. Et qui ensuite essaie juste de me faire sentir cheap parce que je suis plus de bonne humeur et que j'ai plus envie de fêter.
Au secondaire, j'avais pas de droit d'être déprimée. Au secondaire, fallait toujours que je sois super hyperactive et entertainante, et que j'organise tout ce qui devait être organisé. Si j'étais fâchée parce que j'avais eu une mauvaise note de maths et que je me taisais pendant l'heure du diner, parce que sinon, j'aurais juste sauté ma coche, eh bien, je me faisais donner de la marde parce que je divertissais pas les gens. Si je décidais que j'avais pas le temps ou l'envie d'organiser quelque chose qui devait l'être, style les travaux d'équipe, ya rien qui se faisait. Aujourd'hui, j'ai plus le droit d'être fâchée. Il faudrait qu'un petit sourire efface tout, tout d'un coup. Pis je me force, pis je passe par-dessus des trucs qui font crissement mal dans l'espoir de faciliter les choses - mais merde ! Me semble que ya des limites, des fois !
Ça fait des mois que j'essaie d'oublier que ya quelqu'un qui est allé lire des trucs supers personnels que j'aurais voulu garder pour moi-même et que j'essaie de me convaincre que je peux reprendre confiance et qu'il n'y a plus de danger ! Des mois que je m'habitue à tout faire dans le maudit appartement ! Mais je suis tannée que mes opinions aient moins de valeur que celles des autres ! Crissement tannée ! Surtout quand, à chaque câlisse de fois, ça adonne que j'ai raison !
Et puis tout foire, Ottawa foire, Mont-Tremblant foire, et puis je reste pognée icitte, on dirait que je fais rien que ça, rester icitte à attendre, pis je suis É-COEU-RÉE !
Et puis justement, on commence à s'attendre à ce que je suive le mouvement, vu que je suis là à attendre, et puis c'est juste normal que je prenne congé, pas besoin de demander, ni de remercier, et puis c'est moi qui après dois avoir l'air cheap si je travaille le lendemain ou parce que je suis en fin de session et que j'ai pas le temps d'avoir une vie. Jamais moyen de se fier à quelqu'un pour me défendre, jamais, on peut plutôt s'y fier pour être d'accord que finalement c'est moi qui est plate. Comme si c'était pas important que moi aussi, je travaille, même dans un resto de merde, avec un salaire de minable avec des bosses qui m'exploitent joyeusement ! Comme si c'était pas important que j'aille encore à l'école, moi ! Tant que je suis là pour nettoyer, payer et faire des lifts ! Comme si j'étais juste là comme parure, pour être là, sourire et faire joli, pour être un sujet de conversation et pour donner une belle image du jeune-homme-sérieux-en-appartement-avec-sa-copine.
Bullshit ! Je suis tannée, je suis tannée, je suis tannée !
Avis à toutes les célibataires désespérées : vous êtes bien ! Vous avez pas de trouble ! Arrêtez d'en chercher ! Vous n'en voulez pas !
Avoir su ce que je sais là, moi, j'aurais travaillé mon petit 5 à 9 comme d'habitude, au lieu de prendre congé, de me faire donner de la marde parce que je prend congé, au lieu d'aller me balader à Montréal en jupe courte et en talons, dans le froid et sous la pluie, juste pour faire plaisir à quelqu'un, quelqu'un qui finalement me prend pour une tarte et qui se porte lui-même poliment volontaire pour se faire manger la laine sur le dos, avec un sourire en plus. Et qui ensuite essaie juste de me faire sentir cheap parce que je suis plus de bonne humeur et que j'ai plus envie de fêter.
Au secondaire, j'avais pas de droit d'être déprimée. Au secondaire, fallait toujours que je sois super hyperactive et entertainante, et que j'organise tout ce qui devait être organisé. Si j'étais fâchée parce que j'avais eu une mauvaise note de maths et que je me taisais pendant l'heure du diner, parce que sinon, j'aurais juste sauté ma coche, eh bien, je me faisais donner de la marde parce que je divertissais pas les gens. Si je décidais que j'avais pas le temps ou l'envie d'organiser quelque chose qui devait l'être, style les travaux d'équipe, ya rien qui se faisait. Aujourd'hui, j'ai plus le droit d'être fâchée. Il faudrait qu'un petit sourire efface tout, tout d'un coup. Pis je me force, pis je passe par-dessus des trucs qui font crissement mal dans l'espoir de faciliter les choses - mais merde ! Me semble que ya des limites, des fois !
Ça fait des mois que j'essaie d'oublier que ya quelqu'un qui est allé lire des trucs supers personnels que j'aurais voulu garder pour moi-même et que j'essaie de me convaincre que je peux reprendre confiance et qu'il n'y a plus de danger ! Des mois que je m'habitue à tout faire dans le maudit appartement ! Mais je suis tannée que mes opinions aient moins de valeur que celles des autres ! Crissement tannée ! Surtout quand, à chaque câlisse de fois, ça adonne que j'ai raison !
Et puis tout foire, Ottawa foire, Mont-Tremblant foire, et puis je reste pognée icitte, on dirait que je fais rien que ça, rester icitte à attendre, pis je suis É-COEU-RÉE !
Et puis justement, on commence à s'attendre à ce que je suive le mouvement, vu que je suis là à attendre, et puis c'est juste normal que je prenne congé, pas besoin de demander, ni de remercier, et puis c'est moi qui après dois avoir l'air cheap si je travaille le lendemain ou parce que je suis en fin de session et que j'ai pas le temps d'avoir une vie. Jamais moyen de se fier à quelqu'un pour me défendre, jamais, on peut plutôt s'y fier pour être d'accord que finalement c'est moi qui est plate. Comme si c'était pas important que moi aussi, je travaille, même dans un resto de merde, avec un salaire de minable avec des bosses qui m'exploitent joyeusement ! Comme si c'était pas important que j'aille encore à l'école, moi ! Tant que je suis là pour nettoyer, payer et faire des lifts ! Comme si j'étais juste là comme parure, pour être là, sourire et faire joli, pour être un sujet de conversation et pour donner une belle image du jeune-homme-sérieux-en-appartement-avec-sa-copine.
Bullshit ! Je suis tannée, je suis tannée, je suis tannée !
J'ai fini par me trouver une nouvelle sacoche... Mais je manque totalement de motivation pour vider mon ancienne. J'ai de gros problèmes de motivation.
Il fait pas beau. C'est démotivant.
Il faut que je fasse du lavage.
J'ai reçu une carte de la madame qui m'a vendu la balayeuse, me remerciant de lui avoir fait confiance. C'est surtout troublant quand on pense que c'est le mois dernier qu'on a acheté la balayeuse.
Il va falloir que je pense à envoyer un e-mail à ma Mme Stage, bientôt, pour savoir quand je commence, et quelles heures je vais faire.
Il va aussi falloir que j'envoie un e-mail à quelqu'un pour avoir un réviseur.
Il fait pas beau ! Je veux du soleil !
Il fait pas beau. C'est démotivant.
Il faut que je fasse du lavage.
J'ai reçu une carte de la madame qui m'a vendu la balayeuse, me remerciant de lui avoir fait confiance. C'est surtout troublant quand on pense que c'est le mois dernier qu'on a acheté la balayeuse.
Il va falloir que je pense à envoyer un e-mail à ma Mme Stage, bientôt, pour savoir quand je commence, et quelles heures je vais faire.
Il va aussi falloir que j'envoie un e-mail à quelqu'un pour avoir un réviseur.
Il fait pas beau ! Je veux du soleil !
This is, well, entertaining.
Note : it has audio and you should not play this at work or near kids as it is kind of vulgar.
Note : it has audio and you should not play this at work or near kids as it is kind of vulgar.
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